Devotion! When thy name is named,
What matchless visions rise!
The Hebrew, leaving Pharoahs house,
To Israels rescue flies;
The Moabitess, gleans, content,
Beneath the burning skies.
The flower of Christendom is given
To gain the Holy Grave;
Oer Acre and oer Askelon
The blessed banners wave;
By Edwards bed I see thee kneel,
O Queen beloved and brave!
Who art thou, girl, in warrior garb
St. Catherines sword in hand?
Tis La Pucelleand France is free;
O shame that thou must stand
Boundhelplessat the cruel stake,
To wait the headmans brand!
And now upon the wild North Sea
From Lindisfarnes bleak shore,
To save the lives of shipwrecked men
A maiden plies the oar;
Seamen and landsmen honour thee,
Grace Darling, evermore!
And swifter, closer, as I muse,
The splendid spectres loom;
And stately stands among them one
To glory passed from gloom
But late,by waters of the Nile,
In walls of lost Khartoum!
